"Xiaohe, study hard, and win an award next time hahahaha......" He carried the light on his back and sat on the stone pier that he had built, the T-shirt that he had been teasing for more than ten years and had been washed white by his mother had also broken a few holes at this time, holding the pu fan that his mother bought for him, and fanning it slowly and slowly, as if his very clear but confused face seemed to really appear in front of her.

That year, she won the bonus, which was the first time she got the bonus, and he was very happy, perhaps to make up for the regret that he had never stepped into the school, or perhaps because of the pride of his children's excellence.

That summer, his laughter was her all summer.

She dreamed many times, dreamed back and forth, tried to catch over and over again, fell through and over, dreamed countless times.

After waking up from the dream, she was sweating, her face was sticky and greasy, and there were traces of tears, and after a trance, she shrunk into the quilt and cried loudly.

"I'll study hard, I'll study hard, I'll listen to you, I regret it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Later, he fell asleep again.

By the time Cheng Muyue came back to look for her, it was already noon.

She was followed by Zheng Wangshu.

After the door was rudely pushed open by Cheng Muyue, the two began to look for people all over the house.

The room was very small, and the corners could be seen clearly, but only Fang Qing and the figure were missing.

"Fang Qinghe, where are you Fang Qinghe?"

"Which is her room?" Zheng Wangshu was anxious, because he couldn't get the news of Fang Qinghe's response, his whole body was in a tense state, cold sweat broke out in the cold weather, and his hands and feet were cold and trembling, just like the day she suddenly disappeared from his life.

Cheng Muyue didn't reply to him, and ran to a closed door, "Fang Qing and you are inside, open the door quickly!" Fang Qinghe! ”

Zheng Wangshu stepped forward and knocked on the door, "Qinghe, Qinghe!" ”

No matter how they called, there was no movement in the house.

"Her bag is in the living room, her shoes are at home, it is impossible to get out, the room is locked again, she must be in it......" She did not dare to continue, she trembled violently, and the trembling and uneasiness in her voice were clearly audible, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Fang Qinghe, I, I know you're inside, come out quickly, I'm Cheng Muyue, please......" She banged on the door vigorously.

"You calm down first, and you think about whether there is a spare key at home." Zheng Wangshu was anxious by her crying, and his already hanging heart was suddenly raised to his throat, as if he was about to break through the rock, and his brain was congested.

Cheng Muyue looked up at him, and cried even more uncomfortably, "No, ahhhhhh ”

She had accidentally gotten the key to Fang Qinghe's door before, and before she had time to rematch it, thinking of this Cheng Muyue was even more uncomfortable.

Zheng Wangshu hammered the door of the room and said in frustration: "Forget it, are there any pliers at home?"

She was stunned and patted her head, "Yes, what do you want pliers for?" The fox stared at him suspiciously.

"Just bring it, hurry." As he spoke, he took out a card from his bag.

Cheng Muyue didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and then rushed to the kitchen to find him a pair of pliers, "Here you go." "Gave it to him.

After Zheng Wangshu tinkered for a while, the door finally opened, and the room, which was as small as a sparrow, Fang Qinghe shrunk in the corner, wrapped in a thick quilt, his small face was flushed with a disastrous look, his cheeks were covered in cold sweat, and the whole person seemed to fall asleep deeply.

He had a palpitation, rushed over and knelt on the ground and hugged her, "Qinghe, Qinghe? Wake up, wake up, be clear. ”

Cheng Muyue echoed beside her: "Qinghe, Fang Qinghe!" Seeing her like this, my heart was crumbled, and I couldn't control the fear in my heart anymore, and I cried.

"If you want to go to the hospital quickly, I'll take Qinghe down first, please go get her towel dipped in some cold water, and then get some cotton swabs and alcohol, I'll wait for you in the car, as soon as possible!" As he spoke, he picked up Qinghe and ran outside with the quilt, his palms were already sweating heavily, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly from extreme fear and nervousness, and they dried up terribly.

Cheng Muyue in the back also came back to her senses, wiped away her tears and ran to prepare the things he said.

The traffic on the road was not all smooth sailing, for which he committed two traffic violations.

When Fang Qinghe woke up, it was already dark at night, the strong smell of disinfectant water in the ward made her a little nauseated, and the faint warm light at the head of the bed in the ward made her uncomfortable, so she simply closed her eyes.

"Muyue, what time is it?" Her mouth was tasteless and dry, and she couldn't even speak.

She rolled over in discomfort, and suddenly felt something unusually unsightly pressing down on her stomach, and she turned sideways in fright.

The unknown thing also flinched at her movements.

Her eyesight was not good at night, and her body was weak, so she didn't even open her eyes, maybe the faint light at the head of the bed could recognize people and things when she was more awake.

This situation did not happen only once, a year ago, because of too much work pressure, severe fever, coma and unconscious, he was sent to the hospital by Cheng Muyue.

"Cheng Muyue, I've pressed you......" She picked up the hand that had been pressed by her in a daze and rubbed it gently.

This child must have slept in a daze, and he didn't know that it hurt when he pressed his hands.

"I'm sorry, I'll give you another jump, the water in the bathroom suddenly stopped last night......" She didn't continue, and suddenly threw away the hand she was holding in her hand.

"Who are you?" No matter how dull she is, she knows that a woman's hand can't be so big, even if Cheng Muyue is tall, her hand is also slender and slender, soft and soft, it can't be so skinny, she even touched the bulging veins on the hand.

"Guess."

Her tiger body was shocked, even after a few years, she could still hear his voice, and suddenly she couldn't help but feel weak, which was even more terrifying than Cheng Muyue's sleepwalking in the middle of the night.

"Would you like water?" Zheng Wangshu stood up and looked at her.

"You, why are you here?" She cowered back at the head of the bed.

He picked up a glass of water on the table, put it in his hand to test the temperature, and then handed it to her, "Drink the water first." ”

Zheng Wangshu stuffed the water into her hand, and a pair of round, clear and beautiful eyes kept staring at her, but there was a hint of chill in his eyes.

"Thank you."

staring at her scalp tingling, avoiding eye contact with him, he took the water and drank it all, the water was warm, and the corners of his chapped mouth were extremely soothed.

"Do you want more?" He said lightly.

Fang Qinghe nodded hesitantly, "I want to drink something hot." ”

"Too hot is not good for your health." He took the cup handed over by Fang Qinghe, picked up the kettle again and poured water, "I don't change my dead nature, I ask for rejection." ”

She pouted, they had argued about this topic countless times in college, she couldn't change the habit of drinking hot water, and Zheng Wangshu couldn't change the habit of training her.

You are not the same, so obsessed with implementing hegemonism.

Zheng Wangshu put the poured hot water on the table unhurriedly, and then leaned close to the table, his hands bent, his elbows propped up on the table, his head leaned up, and he looked at her with half-squinted eyes, and the feeling of exhaustion was overflowing.

Fang Qinghe couldn't help but glance at him, a familiar and unfamiliar face, he was not exquisite, his face was not tough, he was as soft as a teenager, but those eyes were extremely good-looking, clear and clear, bright and clean.

"Why are you here?" She wrapped herself in the quilt uncomfortably, always feeling that she was doing something bad.

His half-squinted eyes mentioned slightly, "Passing by." ”。

"Oh." How could she ask that kind of stupid question.